A few days ago, I wrote about random acts of kindness. If we make someone happier daily, the world becomes happier too.

Opportunities for creating happiness are only limited by imagination.

Last week with friends, I visited a World Food Day event. Brilliant truffle chocolates given away free by the Co-op certainly made me happy. "I'm lucky at raffles," I said to the lady in her 80s selling tickets. "In the last two, I won a giant TV set, and a bottle of whisky."

"Whisky?" said the elderly lady. "I used to love a glass of whisky. But I can't afford it now."

"The bottle's still in the car. Would you like a small glass?"

She licked her lips, unconsciously remembering her love for the taste of whisky. "Only a small one?" she grinned.

It was the sight of her lip-licking memory that made me borrow a plastic mug, go to the car, and pour out an extra large, quadruple Scotch. Her face on seeing it was a wonderful mix of pleasure and surprise.

"Oh you're an angel!" she exclaimed.

"Maybe you're not wrong," I smiled.

She looked at my friends. "That's the first time my wish has come true. That's love! He's an angel in disguise."

"Maybe there's more truth in that than you know," I laughed. She avidly smelled the Scotch aroma. We left her as she savoured the first sip with a broad happy smile that seemed set to last for ages. :-)

It's not important how we being happiness, only that we try to...

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See my weird-but-true first blog post on December 1st 2011, for an overview of my polymath, joyful and horrid fairy tale life. Taste the yummy, Godly, disgusting and loving ingredients of future posts - all truthful, with just a little artistic licence.

If writing is the fruit of sin, I must have sinned greatly. Otherwise how was I cured after decades of being 80% disabled; how did I earn merits at a university creative writing course for poetry, fiction and non-fiction; and how did I travel and lecture on TV and radio internationally? I must surely have sinned in wonderfully fun ways.